This Game Is Too Realistic

"Awei, have you packed all your things? You are leaving the city soon. Think carefully and see if there is anything left behind."

The entrance to Boulder City.

Before lining up to leave the city, Sisi was checking his tail VM and backpack, repeatedly confirming whether he had left anything behind.

His movements and demeanor were very much like his old father.

"Oh! I brought them all - wait, where's Rourou?" Taitail suddenly looked around alertly, keenly noticing that something was missing from the team.

Teng Teng, who was queuing in front, looked back at Si Si and Tai Wei in surprise.

"Eh? Didn't you bring meat with you?"

Sisi subtly moved his eyes away and whispered softly.

"...It's really strange. For a bear that is so big, why does it have such a low sense of presence?"

It must be because I'm too cowardly.

Sesame Paste, who had completely forgotten about Rourou, blushed, and the cat ears on his head twitched uninterestedly.

"I, I'll go bring it over."

"Tails, too!"

Sisi, who predicted the movements of the tail, skillfully caught her.

"The reservoir area is not far from here. You can go there alone. Ah Wei, just wait in line and we will be here soon."

"Giao!"

Rourou has been staying with the two-headed cow for the past few days. I heard that the other animals in the reservoir area were so scared that they were trembling.

Although we arrived on a new map, we couldn't explore anywhere. When we left, we were almost forgotten because of the low sense of presence.

It's so pathetic.

Sisi couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

After returning to the outpost, treat her to some fish.

The queue didn't take long.

The guard at the city gate just glanced at the wanted sign on the wall to confirm that no one had committed any crime and left, and then let the group of people go.

Xu Shun originally set out with them, but because he received a temporary mission, he separated and set off alone.

A group of people agreed to meet outside the city gate.

Walked out from under the city gate.

Crow Crow stretched out comfortably, looked at the sunset hanging in the sky, and raised the corners of his mouth with satisfaction.

"I'm finally going home!"

She had sold the KV-1 exoskeleton with steel plates welded on it for 200 chips.

Although it's a small loss, it's not a big problem.

Thinking of a mosquito that caused him to get stuck on the wall, Crow Crow's smiling eyes couldn't help but have a hint of charming danger.

She swore.

If you don't give that profiteer a fist as big as a mushroom when you get back, you'll write her name upside down!

The city gate is very lively.

There was an endless stream of merchants coming and going, mercenaries looking for work wandered around in the square at the city gate, and there were also some vendors selling strange products.

The militia regiment set up a recruitment office at the city gate, and the recruiting teams lined up from the city gate into the slums.

The radio at the gate of the slum repeatedly broadcast the treatment of conscripts - two chips a day and two meals of nutritional ointment.

As long as you enlist in the army, you will be given a gun and ammunition will be issued when you reach the front line.

Crow Crow looked around curiously. At this moment, a whistle came from the side.

Aware of the gaze falling on him, Crow Crow subconsciously turned his face sideways.

I saw three men who looked like mercenaries looking at me with smiles.

Seeing Crow Crow looking this way, the mercenary leader walking in the middle whistled lightly.

"Hey, beauty."

The two people next to him also spoke.

"Alone?"

"If you don't want to do Tide's work, you might as well follow us to the south and make a fortune."

The sight of Chiguo made Crow Crow very unhappy.

Although I didn't fully understand what this guy was talking about, I could tell just by looking at his expression that he was trying to strike up a conversation, and 90% of the time he wasn't a rogue.

Crow Crow made a driving gesture and said impatiently.

"No date or no date, just stay where it's cool."

She had met a lot of chatters in the past two days, mostly mercenaries, and occasionally businessmen, but none of them were to her liking.

Not to mention the slovenly appearance, the malicious look in his eyes simply made her feel physically uncomfortable, and the words "very bad, very bad person" were almost written on her face.

What she is really interested in is the kind of big brother who is mature, steady, sunny, handsome, polite, smart, reliable and full of sense of justice. And he should not be too silly. After all, she can be a little bit sometimes.

Huh?

Thinking about it this way, manager Jianyi is her ideal type.

I have to say that the producer of "Wasteland OL", Jian Jian, is very good at it.

It's a pity that it's a paper man.

Looking at the busty beauty who completely ignored them, obvious annoyance flashed across the faces of the three mercenaries.

Although he couldn't understand the dialect of the place she was speaking, his refusal was as obvious as his attitude of not taking them seriously.

His eyes narrowed to slits, and the bearded man took a step forward, with a hint of threat in his tone.

"I advise you to think clearly before you speak. This is not Boulder City. Once you get out of that door, it's a wasteland."

"Anything can happen in the wasteland, what do you think?"

What the hell are these guys talking about.

Crow Crow rolled his eyes and was about to say "Go away" in Renlian dialect. At this moment, the voices of his teammates came from Fang Yan at the gate of the city.

Teng Teng: "Huh? Crow Crow was accosted again? Why did I say it again..."

Tails said glumly.

"Damn it, why doesn't anyone talk to Tails!"

Teng Teng comforted her and said.

"Okay, I didn't either..."

Sisi's eyes fell on the two ponytails, his expression a little subtle.

"If you talk to Teng Teng, you'll probably be arrested as a criminal."

Teng Teng turned around and glared at her, showing his fangs angrily.

"What the hell! Are you looking down on me?"

Si Si coughed dryly.

"I don't dare. I expressed myself inappropriately."

The three mercenaries exchanged glances and looked at the people coming from the door, with a hint of alertness in their eyes.

Especially the bearded mercenary leader standing in the middle, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

From these people, he felt an aura of "humanity", but he couldn't tell how strong it was. After all, there were strong and weak differences between the awakened ones and the awakened ones!

When he walked up to the mercenary leader, Taili clasped his hands on his chest and looked him up and down.

"Hey, young man, you are very brave, you dare to chat with our crow boss."

Looking at her arms folded in front of her chest, the mercenary leader's face was expressionless and he sneered in his heart.

There are flaws all over the body!

Like lightning, he reached for the revolver at his waist, but he had just reached halfway when he saw Ichika in front of him, and a gun was pressed against his head.

The wind blew past his ears, and a drop of cold sweat fell on the mercenary leader's forehead.

Hurry!

"I advise you not to move around. Awei has only learned how to use a gun for less than half a year. If something goes wrong, I can only say sorry."

At some point, Sisi came around to them. He put the PU-9 in his hand on the back of a mercenary and spoke calmly in non-standard human language.

"Me too, by the way."

Although the communication is across servers, there are surprisingly no obstacles. Sometimes simple body language can make communication more convenient.

The mercenary leader coughed dryly, raised his hands in embarrassment, and backed away slowly.

"Don't be nervous, I'll just put on a belt..."

Si Si looked at him with cold eyes.

"Get out of here."

The three mercenaries immediately rolled away and did not dare to stay here for a second.

Sisi put away the submachine gun and hid it under his coat.

The people around were whispering and looking at each other with obvious fear in their eyes.

Those who were ready to make a move did not dare to come up again and could only watch quietly from a distance.

Feeling the sights around him, Crow Crow felt a little nervous.

"We'd better leave quickly, it feels like the Tuo people are watching us."

Sisi nodded and looked around.

"Withdraw."

"I feel like something big is going to happen here."

Liszt's caravan has left the city, and Big Bear and Cat are also in the team.

Xu Shun, who went to do some work before, should also be back.

While he was talking, the VMs on the arms of everyone at the door shook involuntarily.

Everyone quickly raised their arms and took a look, only to see a pop-up window appear on the screen.

[Server-wide warning: The wave is coming! 】

Seeing this pop-up window, Sisi was stunned for a moment and muttered something softly.

"My crow's mouth..."

It had only been a few seconds, and something big had happened...

…

Exit of Huayuan Street MRT Station.

Players carrying weapons and ammunition are heading to the surface along the stopped escalators, walking through the broken streets, waiting for the southern troops.

The sky is already turning dusky, and it will get dark in at most an hour.

However, even so, the gray-green clouds can still be seen in the sky not far away.

"Didn't you say Tu's two weeks? It's only been a week."

"The wave is actually ahead of schedule."

"It's so exciting, we have to play in a group again!"

The players were whispering to each other, and everyone had excited expressions on their faces.

This time the opponent is a alien species!

That is, monsters siege the city!

MMORPG's head-turning drama!

It would be a big loss to miss such an exciting event. Players participating in the event simply took a whole day off in reality.

Walking in the team, I was carrying a rifle and suddenly spoke.

"I have a bad feeling."

The Battlefield Atmosphere Group looks at him.

"Did you find anything?"

I took the darkest glance at the spring leading the team.

"That LYB isn't wearing an exoskeleton!"

"Hey, you little clever guy." The battlefield atmosphere team chuckled and put an arm on his shoulders, "Don't worry, if you're scared, you can follow me in a while, and I'll cover you!"

I rolled my eyes in the darkest and most unappreciative way and slapped his hand away.

"Get out of here, you're the fastest one every time!"

The battlefield atmosphere team said indifferently: "The most dangerous place is the safest place! Although I rush fast, do you think I have ever died?"

Commander Quan Shui, who was walking in the middle of the team and looking at the map, had an expression on his face.

"Don't be so impatient. You will listen to my command later and I will try to bring you back."

He originally didn't want to take on this task. Others signed up voluntarily, but he was ordered to do so in the face of danger.

Although it's not impossible to refuse, no normal person would refuse an exclusive mission issued by a camp leader-level NPC, right?

With the level of AI simulation in this game, you will lose points if you refuse to perform tasks.

That’s really a big loss!

Not understanding Brother Quan Shui's uneasiness, the battlefield atmosphere team smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

"Stable!"

spring:"……"

To be honest, he wasn't feeling stable at all now, but rather panicked.

120 players form a company. They are like death squads at best, or cannon fodder at worst.

They have only one mission, which is to go to the intersection of No. 65 Street and the Changling Viaduct to block the wave advancing north along the viaduct piers, and delay the wave until dawn at all costs to buy time for the rear troops to deploy a defense line. .

Quan Shui has studied the map and found that Street 65 is located north of the Ring Road. The street runs east-west and is lined with tall buildings on both sides. The landmark building is a clock tower.

Due to the long-term disrepair of the surrounding buildings, fallen concrete blocks have filled the gaps in the buildings and are not suitable for passing through, acting like a natural barrier.

The 12-lane Changling Elevated Highway is perpendicular to No. 65 Street. The intersection is a relatively open area and is the only passage that allows a large number of people to pass through.

As long as fire points are deployed on the tall buildings on both sides of the viaduct and strafing the gnawers behind the rugged obstacles, the pressure on the frontal battlefield can be reduced.

However this is only theoretical.

Quan Shui has never commanded so many people, especially half of the 120 players are newcomers.

But luckily, the other half of the players are veterans who have participated in more than two battles, and most of them are awakened ones.

On the way to the battlefield, Quanshui temporarily divided the players into three infantry platoons, with each platoon consisting of four ten-man teams. The available communication equipment was distributed to the platoon-level combat units.

In addition to the 120 people heading to the front line, there is also a 20-man artillery team behind them, carrying 6 88mm mortars and 12 boxes of 144 artillery shells to establish an artillery position in an open area 1.2 kilometers away from them.

Since there are tall buildings everywhere, and the heights are often several thousand meters, artillery positions can only be built on the roofs.

Considering that artillery fire is a technical job, Quan Shui felt that he should not rely too much on mortar support because the support efficiency was relatively low.

Maybe it would take more than a dozen rounds to correct the trajectory, and it could happen in any situation on the battlefield.

At the same time, when Quan Shui led the company to No. 65 Street to stop Pang Chao, a logistics force consisting of 200 power players, 20 two-headed bulls and 300 NPCs was traveling to and from Beit. Between No. 68 Street and No. 68 Street, seize the time to build the first line of defense against the wave.

This logistics force is led by the chief architect of Vault 404, "Yoshita Ryuto".

The road conditions in the city are complicated. From the northern suburbs to the edge of the Ring Road, you can barely use two-wheeled motorcycles. But if you go deep into the Ring Road to 68th Street, you can only use two-wheeled oxen and bicycles.

Fortunately, Chu Guang had already had the foresight to transport the construction materials to Beit Street and store them in the castle warehouse, so the supply line for this battle would not be too long.

The reserve of tens of thousands of rounds of ammunition is enough to cope with a regiment-level battle.

The production capacity of the new industrial zone has been reached to the limit. The average daily ammunition production capacity of 30,000 rounds can theoretically be further squeezed to 50,000 rounds.

The veteran players located in the Yuanxi Town area are on their way back. Boulder City has also been involved in the wave, and troops are being sent deep into the Third Ring Road to suppress the wave.

The longer this war drags on, the better it will be for Vault 404!

Whether the wave can be contained on 65th Street will be the key to winning this battle!

It's getting late.

Darkness enveloped the streets.

As the sun faded, gnawers continued to emerge from the shops and alleys along the street, crawling on hands and knees across the street filled with concrete blocks, and rushed towards the players heading towards 65th Street.

However, beasts are beasts after all, and they obviously overestimated their own strength. They were quickly beaten into sieves by the bullets fired, and fell into ditches and mud pits on the side of the road.

And those who are lucky enough to rush in front of them and gnaw can't get any benefits when facing players who are holding weapons and treating them seriously.

A player with strength above LV5 can easily split the gnawer's head with an ax using 10 points of strength.

Not to mention those awakened ones!

Rushing into the crowd to gnaw at the predators was like rushing into a pack of wolves and feeding on sheep. They were quickly chopped into pieces by engineer shovels and hatchets, or simply had their heads smashed by a rifle butt.

In the shadow, a two-meter-long, muscular crawler crawled out of the window of a tall building on all fours and clung to the wall like an ape.

Its red eyes stared at the street. It bared its teeth and let out a low growl of danger.

As if it had found an opportunity, it exerted force with both feet, and its huge body was like a swooping eagle with spread wings, slamming into the team of players.

That long arm stretched out and was about to tear everyone in front of him into pieces.

However, at this moment, a roaring sound broke through the air, blowing impartially towards the door facing it.

The javelin thrown by the rod was like a cannonball, blasting its head directly.

A crawler without its head is like a kite with its string cut off. It falls to the ground with a muffled sound, splashing with billowing cement chips and dust.

"Fuck, that's awesome!"

"Why are there still people carrying javelins?!"

Seeing everyone giving him surprised looks, Kakarot chuckled and weighed the javelin in his hand.

"Everyone, save some ammunition. There are only a few eaters now. If you can deal with them with your fists, don't use guns."

The commander of Quanshui on the side also nodded.

"That's right, everyone try not to waste bullets, there is still a tough battle to be fought!"

Go through three blocks in a row.

There were countless battles of various sizes along the way. Although some ammunition was wasted, fortunately there were no casualties.

The iconic clock tower comes into view, and 65th Street is in front!

Looking at the silent street ahead, Commander Quan Shui breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense mood relaxed a little.

The wave hasn’t reached here yet!

They came just in time!

Without any delay, Commander Quanshui immediately walked to the front of the team and shouted loudly to all the players.

"Class A stepped forward to lay the barbed wire fence, and used the engineer shovel to clear as many bunkers as possible on the road! Move out as many concrete blocks as possible that fell into the pit, dig as deep as possible where they can, and don't waste time on areas where they can't be dug. !”

"Class B is responsible for the left side of the room, and Class C is responsible for the right side. I need you to deploy firepower along the street to cover every blind spot on the battlefield!"

"There are only three hours left for us... hurry up, we will encounter the first wave of gnawers before 10 o'clock!"

"Everyone, move!"

In response to him, there were roars of high morale. Although it attracted a lot of eaters, this was not a bad thing.

Solve the trouble before the war begins, and then allocate your energy to deal with these "stragglers" wandering on the battlefield after the battle begins.

Led the Class B players to the left side of the battlefield, Kakarot assigned tasks to each team, clearing out the gnawers in several key buildings, and personally led several machine gunners upstairs.

The support weapons assigned to Class B include two water-cooled Maxim heavy machine guns, copied from the No. 81 Steel Plant, with a total weight of 25 kilograms and firing 7 mm full-power rifle ammunition. Each machine gun is equipped with 6 ammunition boxes, with a capacity of 1,500 rounds. Ammunition.

In addition, there are 12 20mm "mounted rifle" anti-tank rifles and 2 37mm "heavy mounted rifles" newly developed and put into production by No. 81 Steel Plant.

If the former can barely be regarded as a gun, the latter has clearly reached the category of cannon.

If a fixed bracket is not installed, only those who have awakened the power can control it.

He deployed the two water-cooled Maxims at the best position on the third floor, carrying the 37mm heavy rifle Kakarot, and took out his binoculars to look to the south.

The shattered Changling Elevated Highway collapsed into several sections. The length of each section of the road was over several meters, and only a few bridge piers remained. Looking at it, it looked like isolated islands standing in the middle of the city.

The place farther away was completely obscured by thick fog. Kakarot put away the telescope and motioned to the team members to put on their gas masks.

Not far away, the brothers from Class A have pulled up a circle of barbed wire to seal off several branch roads on both sides of the viaduct.

Although those few wires may not be able to help the gnawers move forward, it should be possible to limit their movement direction.

Holding the machine gun with both hands, the player whose ID is "Kevin with Broken Leg" and whose physical constitution couldn't help but ask.

"How many monsters are there in front..."

Ten Fist Superman: "I don't know... According to the information, it is 100,000, maybe more, or less than that. With such a big fog, I can only estimate how many ghosts know exactly."

Graveyard Ghost Hunters: “Do we have 100,000 rounds of ammunition?”

Kakarot was silent for a while and answered with an uncertain tone.

"Maybe...the logistics side has promised that they will do their best to deliver the ammunition to us, but if there is no..."

As he spoke, he patted the hatchet hanging on his waist.

"Just use this."

Make a plan in advance.

If Class A attacks the street, Class B will fill in from the left wing of the position to the front of the battlefield.

If Class B is also lying down, then Class C will be on top.

The exact number of gnawers who are about to arrive is impossible to calculate.

When a large group of fruiting bodies gather together, the gray-green spore cloud is like a cloud of physical existence, and the contents inside are not visible at all.

Simple fortifications are deployed.

Class A retreated to the position.

The thick gray-green fog was approaching, and it was obvious that the humans blocking the front had already been spotted. The pace of those gnawers seemed to be speeding up, so the people in front were even taking steps to run.

The low roar of decay, and the crunching sound of feet stepping on gravel, are coming from the thick fog!

It was rare that he stood on the front line of the battlefield, wearing only cheap equipment. Commander Quanshui, holding a sickle assault rifle in his hand, shouted loudly towards the players on the battlefield.

"Brothers!"

"The wave is approaching!"

"We need to hold on for at least twelve hours and do our best to prevent the wave from continuing to the north! Buy time for our brothers to build positions in the rear!"

"We may not be able to bring the experience back, but the glory will be waiting for me!"

“Fire—!”

Tu tu tu tu——!

The gun barrel spurted out tongues of flame.

The first to fire were six water-cooled Maxims scattered on the left, center and right positions.

The projectile bullets were like raindrops, passing over the obstacles under the viaduct, weaving a net on the fragmented position, completely tearing the night apart!

Faced with the sudden burst of steel and fire, the eater who rushed to the front fell like a piece of wheat in an instant.

Flesh and gunpowder collide!

The gnawers move forward without fear of death, the alien species in front falls, and the alien species behind them continues to move forward by stepping on the corpse in front of them.

In just a few minutes, the ground was covered with broken branches and broken arms, and not a single complete corpse could be found. It was like minced meat rolled out of a meat grinder.

The intensive charge was quickly broken up.

A few fish that slipped through the net were shot to death by Class A players, so there was no need for a machine gun to waste ammunition.

The barrel of the machine gun was smoking. Kevin, who was lying next to the third-story window with a broken leg, loosened his index finger from holding the trigger and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Easier than imagined!”

The predator knows how to hide, or crawl forward on the ground, throwing smoke bombs for cover.

However, these gnawers seemed to have no concept of death at all, and they charged more bravely than the clones.

However, in the face of heavy machine gun firepower, this kind of bravery is no different than suicide!

Class A is on position.

Shooting the last gnawer, the Battlefield Atmosphere Group raised the gun and lowered it.

"The wave seems to have stopped."

The gunfire stopped and the whole street was eerily silent.

Looking ahead with a solemn expression, Commander Quanshui nodded slowly.

"The bad news is that we spent two hours preparing the fortifications, but it was basically all in vain."

I swallowed hard: "That's your illusion... They are still moving forward, I can sense their existence, and there is something scary."

The battlefield atmosphere team patted his shoulder and smiled without any fear.

"Don't scare yourself, just do it and it will be done!"

At this time, a newcomer next to him suddenly asked.

"Speaking of which, why don't those nibblers come together? Instead, they come in waves?"

The other player also frowned.

"That's right...it only lasted 10 minutes and then stopped."

It's not as durable as him.

Commander Erquanshui said calmly while standing in the position.

"With tens of thousands of units crowded together, the forward speed will be slowed down. It is especially taboo to step on the front foot with the back foot. If one person falls, the back will immediately become a mess. When the width of the battlefield is limited, it is most effective to advance in steps. Efficiency is the choice.”

"Although these gnawers are a little dazed, they are not stupid... there must be something commanding them!"

Looking at the barbed wire fence covered with flesh and blood, and the increasingly dense fog ahead, Quan Shui couldn't help but feel a hint of uneasiness in his heart.

Not only did the previous wave of alien species not see the Tyrant, they didn't even see the Crawler.

Use cannon fodder to explore the road, and follow up with large troops...

Are these alien species really just the fruiting bodies of slime mold?

The silence lasted for ten minutes.

At this moment, a shrill scream suddenly came from the thick gray-green fog.

Everyone's hearts tightened, and their index fingers involuntarily rested on the trigger.

My darkest heart was in my throat, and a strong sense of crisis surged into my heart.

Coming!

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(Today I finally felt like I ordered... a bowl of beef noodles, which made me drink rice porridge for two days. T.T)